Sara Teasdale’s speaker listens to a brown thrush singing above her and turns the bird into a messenger. She gives it her “April song”—the repeated phrase “Love me, love me, love me!”—and asks it to carry those words to the man she loves. The repetition sounds like birdsong itself, insistently musical and a little playful.
The second stanza pushes the plea further. If he hears the thrush, she wants it to tell him to stop whatever he is doing—work or play—and come to her, kissing her just as insistently: “kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!” The mood is bright, tender, and full of springtime longing. There is no heaviness here, only a light, urgent wish to be noticed and loved. Short lines, rhyme, and repeated refrains make the poem feel like a song, as if human desire and nature’s music are speaking together.